Every night the same old dream La fleur du cur being slaughtered from within And I know how - I know now - I know how
Every time I can feel, I can hear The taste of my blood the beat of my heart And I feel pain - I feel great - I feel pain
... And this is no Wonderland No Alice, no Cat, no Mad Hatter my dear Here the silence is real
All the dreams that I hold, all my fantasies unfold And the things I wanna live Are just fake happy endings with figures pretending They've washed all the illusions far away
The marionettes are drinking still While celebrating their own pile of shit Like it is great - like it is the main attraction
The stains which remain on my best suit Are always of the colours I hate the most While the ones I cherish, they just fade away
... And this is no Wonderland No Alice, no Cat, no Mad Hatter my dear Here the silence is real
All the dreams that I hold, all my fantasies unfold And the things I wanna live Are just fake happy endings with figures pretending They've washed all the illusions far away